With some effort, Daniel raised his head. Hm, pretty woman staring at him, telling him there aren't any lawyers. Clearly his captors have opted to catch this fly with honey now that vinegar hasn't worked.
Too late for that, he thought bitterly, but nothing like shutting the stable door and tarting up the horse after it's bolted.
He's still too out of it to tell she's not speaking Russian at him. "There's not a lot of good a lawyer would do me at this point," he says weakly, smirking at her with bloodied lips. "Not unless I feel like suing the entire country...which I might, actually." Lie. Bluff. He's an American businessman. Not a spy. Not a spy. Valdis ought to be able to sense the bravado in his words, but beneath it, a small wellspring of despair and fear that he's not letting past the cocky mask.
sorry Valdis I just bring in all the blood-soaked idiots. It's kinda my thing.
Too late for that, he thought bitterly, but nothing like shutting the stable door and tarting up the horse after it's bolted.
He's still too out of it to tell she's not speaking Russian at him. "There's not a lot of good a lawyer would do me at this point," he says weakly, smirking at her with bloodied lips. "Not unless I feel like suing the entire country...which I might, actually." Lie. Bluff. He's an American businessman. Not a spy. Not a spy. Valdis ought to be able to sense the bravado in his words, but beneath it, a small wellspring of despair and fear that he's not letting past the cocky mask.